Jiang Yi seemed to be able to hear the sound of the wooden stick gnawing into the flesh and blood, so satisfying!
Da Qiangzi's hands finally released their grip on Jiang Yi, and he knelt beside her, clutching his bloodied face and howling.
Unfortunately, Jiang Yi could no longer stand up.
She had left her life up to fate; neither living nor dying was her decision anymore. She finally closed her eyes.
There were whispers of the wind in Jiang Yi's ears, and the grass tips murmured softly.
Suddenly, a jumble of noises erupted beside her ear. Before she could make out what they were, with a "thud", Da Qiangzi fell like a mountain beside her.
"Jiang Yi! Jiang Yi? Wake up!"
The voice sounded somewhat familiar. Jiang Yi forced her eyes open and saw an enlarged face in her view.
At that moment, tears escaped Jiang Yi's eyes, and all her grievances transformed into a cry, "Thank you... Uncle Xie..."
Xie Yundu carried Jiang Yi in his arms and rushed out of the woods, into the village.